Kate’s POV
There are no words, no tears, no cries, no pleas, and no screams. There is nothing, nothing in the world, the skies, or all of time, that can describe it—the complete and utter surrender—the sheer power of the will for it all to end.
There is nothing to describe the thoughts that flash through your mind when they call out the time of his death—as if time is anything—as if six months isn’t enough to fall in love—as if one day is enough warning to lose someone.
I can’t describe the images—the picture of myself on the roof with him—and I can’t describe seeing our first kiss, our first real touch, our climb towards love, and our climb towards a happy future together.
It would be impossible to describe how little I wanted to jump back then—how I wanted to stay with him, to be
